Facing the wrath of the Dean

As we waited I noticed a large specimen of tiger’s eye quartz on his desktop.  I stepped over to his desk, picked up the specimen, and was admiring it when the Dean walked in.

I remarked, “Dean Williamson, this is a remarkable specimen of tiger’s eye!  Where did it come from?”

The Dean, obviously prepared to give me a roasting (which he subsequently did), couldn’t help being pleased.  A ghost of a smile flitted across his face as he sat down.

No matter.  He asked me what the problem was, and I said that the plan he proposed wouldn’t work for housing such as ours, and gave him a copy of the letter explaining my reasons.

The Dean took my letter apart, line by line.

After a few minutes I realized that I wasn’t going to get anywhere trying to discuss the matter, so I sat back in my chair and relaxed.  At this point the Dean made a critical mistake; he thought that he had beaten me.  He said, “Now get out and sign up for the program!  If you think that I won’t carry this further, just try me!”

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